Barium

Jazz

Right up here, feel what I'm pointing to. Right up here, come close inside. Forced to believe that you're not listening. Silent again as you push against the handle. A desire pokes through the warmness in our skin.

Forced to believe you won't answer me. At least that's how it is. And I wish you could feel just how you make me feel. Rather than put it back together, we can sit and watch it crumble. That's not the answer I was looking for. That's not the answer I want.